The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

Barry gnawed while looking at Bruce who was standing beside him silently, "Are you also the hero of this city?"

Bruce's heart moved, and the detective's instinct came out inappropriately.

Judging from this sentence, this person is not from the Metropolis.

Seeing that he was silent, Barry changed the question again, "Do you know Superman?"

"Who doesn't know?" Bruce asked back.

"That's right." Barry scratched his head in distress, "Then as a hero in the same city, can you find him? I've been looking for him for a long time."

Bruce had a keen sense of trouble, and intentionally added some more words, and continued following his words, "If you just shouted out, maybe he is the one who saved you now."

"I don't want to find him like this. What happened before...I can understand why he hid." Barry was silent for a while, "I don't want to force him out in this way."

Bruce's opinion of him was even higher.

"What are you doing with him?"

This time Barry was silent for a longer period of time. He didn't seem to be struggling with whether to speak, but rather he didn't know what to do when the time came.

Bruce waited patiently for his answer.

"I want to talk to him..." Barry said hesitantly.

His attitude made Bruce even more suspicious. He intuitively felt that there was a big secret hidden in this young man, and it must be related to Clark.

But Batman has always been skeptical of everything, and he will not completely trust this person just because of this short few minutes of contact, let alone expose Clark's secret.

But his intuition told him that this clue would be very important, and he had to find a way to get it.

Barry quickly ate up the two chocolates. He wiped his mouth and smiled brightly, "Okay, thank you."

But judging from his still growling stomach, this little thing can't satisfy him at all.

"Come with me." Bruce said suddenly.

"Huh?" Barry was completely confused, but seeing that the black figure had disappeared by the side of the building, he hurried to catch up.

Before Barry's feet hit the ground, he saw that black figure standing by the side of the road, and at the end of the road, a man wearing glasses and a plaid shirt was staggering towards this side on a bicycle. And he had obviously seen them, with a look of shock on his face.

Bad bad bad bad! !Barry screamed in his heart, he must have seen himself running down the stairs.

"Wait, don't be afraid, listen to my explanation!!!" Barry shouted hastily.

"It's you?" Clark followed Bruce all the way to this place, but he didn't expect to meet the young man who died of hunger at the door of his house a while ago.

"Benefactor!!!" Barry also recognized him, and suddenly became happy.

"Where are my friends and I... people?" Barry wanted to introduce the idol to his benefactor, but when he turned his head, where was the place where Bruce was just now?

"There's no one there." Clark showed a suspicious look at the right time, but the villain in his heart rolled his eyes.

This time he didn't even blink, so he could see clearly, but of course he wouldn't expose him.

"Maybe he left beforehand?" Barry was puzzled. At this time, his stomach rang again at the right time, and Barry covered his face in pain.

"Are you out of money again?" Clark asked concerned.

Barry lowered his head in embarrassment, "Because I have been looking for someone, I don't have time to work now..."

Clark didn't understand what Bruce meant by leading the young man in front of him, but looking at the pitiful young man and the gangsters lying around him, he obviously couldn't leave him alone.

"Then do you have a place to live?"

Barry looked at him pitifully.

Clark sighed distressedly, "If you don't mind, come to my house to have something to eat first."

"!!!"

Looking at the young man's expression of "You must be the angel sent by God to save me", the villain in Clark's heart almost screamed

Wake up Clarke, your house only has one bedroom and one living room, you really can't accommodate more people!

But Clark still ignored the villain's screaming reminder in pain, and helped Barry tie up the people on the ground. After the Metropolitan Police Department took them away, he took Barry back to his house.

When he got home, the lights in the room were on. Clark opened the door and found Bruce was standing in front of the stove, and the room was filled with the mellow aroma of red wine and steak.

"You can cook?" Clark asked in surprise.

He originally thought that Bruce would be the kind of domineering president in the original world who stretched out his clothes, stretched out his hands to eat, and opened his mouth, with several servants surrounding him every day, because he always had a lingering aura of nobility, and this aura Things cannot be imitated by imitation.

"I don't know how to cook." Unexpectedly, Bruce flatly denied it.

He closed the cooking guide on the other side and put the steak on the plate, "But it's not difficult for me to repeat the cooking process of others precisely according to the steps."

The control of knife skills is not difficult for Bruce, who often adjusts the batarang by himself. Precisely controlling the ratio of seasonings is not much different from completing a chemical experiment. The speed and stability of the hand... and he just happened to have it all.

"It smells so good..." Barry's eyes almost straightened.

"Then let's eat together." Just as Clark opened his mouth, Barry sat down at the table like a bolt of lightning, eagerly waiting for dinner.

Clark put the food on the table quickly, but then Barry nearly dropped his jaw at the speed with which he ate.

Looking at the plate that was emptied almost instantly and looking at him with sparkling eyes like a little hamster, the villain in his heart almost bit his cloak and cried.

He understands why the young man in front of him has spent his savings so quickly. Is his savings really enough to last until next month's salary? ! ! !

While Clark was thinking about whether to go back to the fortress and ask if the fortress AI had the technology to synthesize artificial food, he swept out more food from the refrigerator and served it on the dinner table.

"Thank you...you are such a good person!" Barry said gratefully while eating.

Clark sat down from the table with his own steak, and asked while eating, "You said you are looking for someone, who are you looking for? I have worked in the Metropolis for several years, maybe I know you someone to look for."

"What I'm looking for..." Barry hesitated, but he couldn't refuse Clark's warm and concerned eyes, "Superman, I'm looking for Superman."

Clark froze for a moment, not expecting to get this answer.

Was that why Bruce brought him to him?

"Then you should climb up to the tallest building in the metropolis and yell at Superman to jump down, I think he will save you." Bruce, who was sitting on the sidelines reading the newspaper, was like every metropolitan citizen who took this topic as a joke Interjected.

"That kind of thing happened before, I can't force her to appear in this way." Barry explained tirelessly.

Clark felt his heart warm.

"Is there anything you can do with Superman? Maybe I can try to contact him for you."

"You know Superman!!!"

Barry couldn't believe his luck suddenly turned around after months of bad luck.

Really an angel! ! !

"I'm a reporter from the Daily Planet." Facing Barry's gleaming eyes that wished to confess him, Clark shrank his neck, "You know, our newspaper has a close relationship with Superman, and sometimes we can receive reports from Superman. interview..."

"I know, the whole of America knows where Superman's girlfriend is!" Barry exclaimed in surprise.

"No! It's just an ordinary interview! Louis is married, and the children are several years old!!" Clark didn't know why he was in such a hurry to clarify. Before his brain could react, he had already finished speaking .

It was only now that Clark suddenly realized that aside from work, it seemed that he hadn't thought of Louis for a long time.

"Okay, normal interview." Barry pursed his lips, and didn't say whether he believed it or not. He clasped his hands together and prayed to Clark, "Then... benefactor, can you introduce me?"

"Don't call me benefactor." Clark shrank his shoulders a little uncomfortably, "Call me Clark, Clark Kent."

"My name is Barry, Barry Allen." Barry said with a smile.

"You haven't said what you want to do with Superman?" At this moment, Bruce came over.

He put his arm around Clark's shoulders, looking interested.

Barry hesitated again. He could refuse Bruce's inquiry, but he could see curiosity and inquiry in Clark's eyes.

And he didn't know what the result of what he was going to lead to in the end. He was worried that this good man would be involved in danger because of himself.

"...you must promise not to tell others." Barry put down the knife and fork, thinking of that incident, even the delicious food in front of him could no longer arouse his appetite.

"I promise."

"I want to talk to him..." Barry hesitated, gritted his teeth and said the other half together, "If it doesn't work...I will try to arrest him!"